Leaving just one word each of tea-eat-ate creates a typical capital i shape, as in:
That letter (i) was of course the prime theme in my other letter wordplay (letterology!) post this week.
Even More Wordplay
Another EAT is created going backwards diagonally from square 9 to 1.
All three words can be fitted into five letters from nine in a cascading letters wave, for example, TEATE:
TEA, to start, then adding the other T for T(EAT), and then the other E for TE(ATE).
This works the other ways: EATEA (ATE and TEA added to EAT) and ATEAT (TEA and EAT added to ATE).
Happy Wordplay New Year!!!
Remembering the Passing of Time
Yes, 2013 has been the year of the WoO in the Greenygrey world, and this episode is quite appropriate for celebrating the New Year, as food and merriment inspires Grey to remember his Ozyssey all the way back to its start in Western Australia.
This blog will be posted in time for the first New Year celebrations, with New Zealand and surrounding islands’ entry into 2014 less than two hours away. The new year will then travel across Australia from east to west; the opposite way to that travelled by Grey in its epic virtual travel quest.
Thanks for your visits in 2013 from all of Team GG. Have a Happy New Year, and good luck for 2014.
Chapter 136. Searching for Survivors after Battle of Bri’s Bane
I rose into a mix of joy and relief; sadness and loss. Many had given their lives on Greenslopes. I was relieved that Angry, Cathy and Elle quickly joined me, and to see they were all in good health.
Aussie and Digger soon turned up as well, and were looking swell; Aus said it only received a flesh wound. Then Vombat the Wombat pushed its way through the crowd, with a relieved look on its face.
I could see Brian and Emily with the chinchilla survivors, but where were the Collie twins?
Searching for the Collie Twins
I asked the others if they’d seen the Collies. Digger said they’d been fighting heroically the last time it’d seen them, which was near the end of the battle. None of them had seen the Collies at the end of the battle. I started walking down the hill, looking through the bodies, dreading finding the Collies in a bad state.
A cascade of cheers rolled down from the top of the hill. I looked behind me and was filled with relief: the Collie twins were alive and well, and being carried along by a crowd of chinchillas. I rushed up the hill to them, and saw they were all eating buns.
I made my way through the munching mass, and asked the twins where they’d been.
Ollie was too busy bun-munching above the bunch to hear; but Colin said that after the fighting finished they noticed a rich bun seam had been exposed by all the disruption, so they’d straightaway started bun-mining to feed the hungry survivors. He handed me a freshly mined rough-cut bun.
I laughed and thanked him, before biting into a bun that tasted just as delicious as those I’d eaten in Bunbury.
As I savoured the taste, and memories of Ozyssey evoked, I thought how Bunbury and Bri’s bane were on different sides of Oz, but would be quite close together in a dictionary. I thought there must be a lesson there somewhere, but was too busy bun-munching to brainwave.
Happy Chinese New Year of the Snake from a Wood Snake. There’s not much else to add, apart from it’s Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps time; but there’s not much of that; just a solitary epic literary nonsense poem that doesn’t even get off the ground:
47. PARADISE SUNRISE WAKES GREY TO NEW DAY
Waking up in the sunrise haze
put me under a twilight daze
and I only remember it in poetry
so here’s my V Bay second day story.
Waking on settled sands
with the sunrise hands
hugging sea and spray
in warmth across Vivonne Bay
I just wanted to lay
there all the day
before remembering time
Bonzo, Elle and other half Lime.
So I got up slowly
because I still felt lowly
if I’d gone for a swim
and water’d filled to brim
I wouldn’t have felt wholly
because I’ve got a holey
or three in my head
to stop me feeling like lead
girl o boy I ain’t no buoy
sometimes I’m coy or koi
carping on about all things fishy
and telling Green how I miss ye.
Hi, it’s Baron Wolfman, Andy Wolfhol’s advanced apprentice. Yes, that’s right folks, ol’ Wolfhol’s passed me as an advanced apprentice this week, before taking the rest of the week off. He’s still feeling a little jaded from his Week-long Winter Solstice, and his fortnight-long celebrations, which did of course coincide with Christmas and New Year.
Craig Shields Greenygrey Images on eMORFES
As well as learning from Wolfhol I’m also looking further afield of course, and even into the humany world, where eMORFES is a constant source of amazing art and incredible images. Moreover, there seems to be a lot of greenygrey images around, such as these by Illustrations by Craig Shields:
Hi, it’s Greenygrey; thanks to Susie for her innovative and efficient countdowning introduction to the last Werewolf of Oz episode. Sometimes it seems as if Christmas and New Year television is all about repeats, and it is nice to watch old programmes and films at a time of year when a lot of the spirit is about looking back at the year and meeting familiar people.
New Year Spirit
We like to get into the spirit here this year, with lots of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps repeats. Grey was reminded of its epic travel quest across Oz for freedom when we watched the recovered and reworked very long Spartacus directors-cut film, with lots of extra footage; we remember the original from a long time ago.
On a more negative note, we were horrified to see that greenygrey witches were the baddies in Shrek Forever After. Not good for our image that. Here’s some nice greenygrey Shrek images to recover:
Anyway, an episode of Werewolf of Oz should get us over our blues, although it finds Grey firmly entrenched in the blue of Rainbow Valley:
36. Blue on the Other Side of Green to Yellow
As we crossed from green forest to hills of blue
and the yellow completely faded from view
I encountered the poem, Shropshire Lad,
written by Alfred Edward Housman when sad.
I read it intently because I was
on walkabout in the land of Oz.
He also wrote of terrain with such a hue,
but while he longed to return to that view,
for me it was just another rainbow colour
on my journey to and fro, hither and dither.
Alfred Edward Housman and poem (Shropshire Lad).
Walkabout (Aussie film).
Hi, it’s Green. Thanks for all your visits in 2011 and hope you have a great New Year celebration and 2012, returning to the Greenygrey world as much as possible!
I have a feeling that Grey will return in 2012, and it posted a blog from the Oztralian east coast yesterday (we have worked overtime to bring it into the Greenygrey world, and it is below). It seems to be making good progress as the Werewolf of Oz and surely its quest cannot be far from concluding.
See you in 2012!!
Latest Werewolf of Oz:
We thanked the bees for the bungee to Bingie, and were about to leave, but then one introduced herself as Beatrice, before telling us not to buzz off straightaway, as they were having a bbq on the beach that night.
A bbq on Bingie beach with Beatrice and the bungeeing bees was too much to resist, so we quickly agreed in unison, and began to chill as the sun climbed to its midday peak.
Barry Joins Bee BBQ
We’d filled our bellies and were enjoying a tinnie
or two with beeautiful company
when I thought I saw a familiar face out at sea
and then realised it was Kalbarri Barry.
I asked what he was doing all the way over the other side of the ocean, and he said he was just holidaying with the family. I thought it was an amazing coincidence, but you know, these things do happen on the road.
Barry Suggests Shifty and Carry
Barry said they were setting off for Sydney the next day, and invited us along. I hadn’t shape-shifted for a while, so I suggested that I change into a bottlenose and swim with Barry and his family; pulling the others behind us on a makeshift raft.
They all agreed to the idea, and we constructed the raft after the bbq finished.
As the last embers of the fire lost their glow, we fitted the harness to the raft using the moonlight that silverlined across the ocean to our place on the sand.
Today we have a timely and beautiful winter cycle seasonal poem by Claire Knight, inspired by the midwinter change, when the nights start getting lighter, and people start looking forward to spring.
Thanks to Claire for creating and sharing it, and a serene Solstice, merry Christmas and happy holidays to everybody.
Thanks for visiting fmpoetry in 2010, and best wishes for 2011!
Settling us into the time of dark
Winter Solstice fades away.
A fire crackles in the hearth
reflections on things now passed
draw unbidden into the mind.
Was I all I could be…?
Did I say and give all I wanted to?
the old year closes its door
midnight: one year slips into another
a new year opens a window.
Will I find and cherish all I hope for?
Can I be all I could?…
questions drawn into the mind
reflections on things to come.
A candle flickers here on earth
Imbolc awaits her turn
shifting us into the light of Spring.
Happy New Year from Marc Latham and fmpoetry. Here’s a poem I just created as I felt a little seasonal inspiration flow. It mirrors words per line each side:
8-6-9-8 (9) 8-9-6-8
and the top half rhymes along with 2009 while the bottom rhymes along with 2010.
Enjoy and best wishes for 2010. Thanks for spending some of 2009 here!
New Year 2010 Poem
Auld Lang Syne my poetry friends of mine
please start singing goodbye to 2009
the year is nearly over but lets not pine
not while there’s life in the sparkling wine
celebrate the year and give wishes for the next
crack open the cool beer year women men
the new year almost upon us once again then
here’s looking forward with hope 2010
let’s hope it’s a good one once again